Imagine if you can a woman, middle thirties, slim, with long reddish-brown hair. She's wearing a smart, navy blue suit, white cotton blouse and a scarf that shimmers in shades of grey and silver. She holds herself well, like a fashion model, or an actress, or one of those fifties finishing school girls. Good looking? I think so, but how about this: you've seen this woman before. She was in the post office queue this morning, or you caught a glimpse of her across a crowded coffee shop somewhere months ago, or was it browsing the clothing section of Marks and Sparks last weekend?
You don't remember? Of course you don't, but never mind, it's not your fault; for all of those good looks, hers is just one small life, and seemingly of little account in the great scheme of things. Sure, it's a pity even beautiful women like this can sometimes pass us by unnoticed, but what it also means is, unless I can convince you she has something you need, you're not going to be thinking about her for very long this time, either. Your eyes will drift away, other thoughts will enter your dizzy head, and she'll be lost to you for ever. And that would be a pity, because I want you to get to know her. Indeed, I'd like to get to know her myself.